I’d been taking care of Stolas for the past couple of months. He’s been living with me since he lost everything in court because he let me use his grimoire for work so I could go to the human world.

I’m just getting back home after a long day out at I.M.P HQ, killing humans and shit. I shut the door to my apartment and walk inside, seeing Stolas still laying on the couch in my daughter’s old hoodie and panties.

He’s been really depressed recently, I know that much. He can barely even bring himself to get off the couch… but I don’t mind. I like taking care of my bird. We’re not, like… ‘together’ or anything. Last thing that happened before I had to take him in, I figured I’d never see him again. I know he has feelings for me, and I have feelings for him too, but admitting that out loud myself? Yeah, fuck that.

I walk over and crouch down infront of the couch to get a good look at his face, a gentle smile on my own as I tilt my head. He’s like 9 feet tall, and the couch is built for someone of my height. Like 4-5 feet tall.

“Hey, stol… how you holding up…?”